Sunday, 22 May 2016

we pengamenstain the streets withdisposable musicso they saybut we got to prick a conscience or twowe pengamenget locked awaytossed into an underworldof shamebutstill we busker onwe got to prick a conscience or twowe pengamenare filtha worthless underclassso they saybutour feet beat the streets we busker onand onwe got to to prick a consciencewe got to put some soulsome tender music soulin your shoes

Wednesday, 18 May 2016

he loves animalsthe kookaburra personalitiesthe whimsical catsthe playful dogsin factanything that breathes(and is non-human)softens the crunchy sparksso near the surfacetraffic snarlsslow traffic lightstraffic dreamerssupermarket dawdlersbring out the bitethe vicious bitehe is obsessed with documentaries(mainly wildlife Attenborough style)but also ones that explorethe gruesome... the unsolved murdersthe accidentsthe up close and personal worlds offorensic pathologistshe used to love dancinga master of moves...now he just thinks about itwith the odd spurt here and therewhen the beat kicks himhe's weatheredbut the glint of humournever stops...one crack leads to anotheron another sidehe ambles the less travelled bywaysif the weather's fineand he's in the moodand deep downin quiet timeshe feels the winds of the universehe hears the wordshe could be a treelisteningalways listening

Friday, 6 May 2016

smashed sounds deform memory... I remember when the House of Song welcomed new flowers, and temples would havesacred hymns and dances, waiting for the time when jaguars should have beengiven the right to succeed. Jaguars are always lookingfor Quetzalcoatl, accepting his musical peace, his wisdom refined forthe chant of drum or flute. Sadly, my song meandered into a mish-mash of literary left-overs. My own personal, interpetation of a cultural room is now reserved for some claustrophobic breathing time squeezed amongthesesmashed sounds, decomposing in my... ruins

NOTES
I used a poem by Mexican poet Coral Bracho -
translated by Tom Boll and Katherine Pierpoint.
The poem is called Among These Ruins.
(The last word of each line, read vertically, represents a line from this poem = The Golden Shovel Form).
The early images I describe represent Aztec culture and their love of poetry.
I was surprised that poetry was an essentail part of the educational curriculum.

flower songs - combined the sacred with worldy themes in poetry.
jaguars - represented warriors in poetry.
Quetzalcoatl - patron deity of the cities and giver and teacher of poetry.